[ Around an hour passes. The heart monitor has been steadily beeping all this time along with an analog clock that's hung on the wall, ticking time away. If Sinclair had been holding Oria's hand all this time, there's a small twitch of the finger.
For the first time in a week, Oria finally opens his eyes. They're barely open at first, because everything in the room is so bright. His eyes don't move either and merely blankly stares at the ceiling. ]
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For the first time in a week, Oria finally opens his eyes. They're barely open at first, because everything in the room is so bright. His eyes don't move either and merely blankly stares at the ceiling. ]